I watched them from the other platform, I decided to scare them before deciding what to do with them - harm them? Not yet. The more I make them wait, the more terror consumes them until they know nothing but fear and pain. And death too. But that's for later.

I strode from one end the platform to the other end with my hood up and head down as I grasped tightly onto my bag full of... utensils. I whistled 'Pop Goes The Weasel' under my breath and sat on a bench with my hands on my knees, hunched over as my foot kept a meditative pulse with my head down.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

I turned and decided to take a look at my newfound friend. Interesting. They looked like they had a lot to live of. Always the best targets. What I didn't know until after the tube came as people were getting on or off all over, was that unfortunately my friend was trying to get a good look at my face.

Tut, tut.

When we made finally made eye contact it felt like a long time; since this person had a face, I could read their shock-horror and because I didn't want my friend to get scared just yet I gave them a smile.

I am a very polite person after all.

OPPOSITES - II